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Monday, 29 April 2013

Running Up That Hill

Well that was a bit of an extended rest wasn’t it? For you dear Blog Sufferers Readers.
So where did we leave each other? Well I was crashing off into the spare hoarded room attempting to carve a bedroom out of it for Major Dragon to return to, since her original bedroom frightened the life out of me (and I am a dragon!) I did in fact, fill a people carrier with STUFF. So much stuff. A relative thankfully came and took it all to the dump for me.

…And it barely made a dent. *haunted expression*

It was bad. Really bad. I was flu-ey with pulled muscles in my back. And I did an excellent impression of a grieving statue on a coffin, over a box that was bigger than I am and about four times as heavy. I think I hoped the tears and snot would somehow dissolve it. No such luck though. Major Dragon stormed back to the Hoard a couple of weeks later insisting everything was FINE and took up angry residence on the couch since I had “wrecked” her bedroom (moved what I could from the hall and spare room and parked it in her original bedroom’s doorway while bedroom carving.)

This would be all of us at rock bottom. All exhausted. All sick. All really bloody cross with each other.

8 comments:

Well I hope you did and aren't writing from beyond the grave or in a cave somewhere! :-( I have foudn that no matter what you are quite right about the grieving statue method not actually doing a lot. Neither, I fear, does the 'throwing bits of metal pipe (/knitting machine/tapestry frame and then breaking things you didn't meant to break' method.

Often! Although delightfully we are going to be moving soon and I decreed when I arranged to buy the new house that THE HOVEL WILL NOT BE COMING WITH US. So we have been making actual genuine progress - slowly but actual progress. Two years ago when trying to shift the junk I did actually have that *throwing bits of metal* paddy. Ended up poking a hole in my stereo system which was, you know, actually used and useful. It is still extemely slow going but at least there is some forward momentum. (fingers crossed we don't end up for more than six months with one house and one hovel to our names).

Today however we did have the setback when we discovered a giant cupboard in the yard right at the back and inside the cupboard my grandmother (also a hoarder, it runs in all of us) had filled with stuff and then put an old carpet and several other random things in the way to bloack off. Said stuff included: the cage I had for my hamster when I was thirteen, a pair of wellingtons, more empty boxes, now ruined and filthy, and several extention cables... *sigh*

You might've barely made a dent, but that's still a people carrier's worth of stuff that's AT THE DUMP. Well done. It's disheartening to not see progress, but you KNOW the stuff is less. At least as long as you can prevent it being replaced faster than it comes in :/

I can't even imagine what it's like having to sift through so much shit -- especially when you live with it. I'd be tempted to just pitch it all.

I'm curious, though. Is Major Dragon even involved in this effort? I read your posts and worry that you battle this alone and invariably setting yourself up to be the bad guy when that is certainly not the case. Not many of us would care enough to even deal with it.

About Me

In the middle of everything including an unholy mess. Mid thirties. Depressed. Living with my mother. Who is a major hoarder. Blogging to document my attempts to CLEAN SHIT UP. And gently try and encourage my mother to try and do the same before we are buried in here.